Hello Rochelle, sorry I’m late; I had to go to some bullshit conference which has done nothing to allay my fears for the future direction of the company who employs me. We visit HQ, people speak to us, and show us things, and they never really ask us or show any interest as to what we do. I suspect this is how the world works
Thanks to J Hardy Carroll for this one, this week, a nest of some sort I see. Thinking caps on…
On my marks…
Get set…
Wait for it, wait for it…
GO!!
This is based on the old woman who lived under a hill, some sort of nonsense rhyme, I’ve sensibilised it for you!
This was “progress” the building developer had told the parish council planning committee.
There were humanitarian objections but as the diggers plundered the ground, furniture, fabric and elements of a household were turned in with the earth until only filthy gingham remained.
The hill under which the old woman lived was now an empty obtusely constructed suburb on the edge of town.
During the inquest the lawyer argued that as no one had seen the old woman leave she must still live there. The building work ceased, the development was mothballed as they waited for the old woman to return.
That’s progress folks, 100 words on the depredation of the countryside by ruthless developers, willing to risk the extinction of unseen burrowing creatures.
The Count Of North Clifton 
This is a story very close to my heart, much of the building industry to me is going down a blind track, but I must not get on my hobbyhorse
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Your developers stop when they think there might possibly be a risk to human life? I want to live in your neighbourhood
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They people had a clever lawyer, the developers didn’t want a scandal, no one had seen the old lady leave so they stopped.
Nah it’s a fairy tale; that would never happen!! Although we do have a thing about protecting newts in this country from developers
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Can’t help but think of a book I read a while ago by Tatiana de Rosnay “The House I Loved” where a woman refuses to leave her home and they destroy it anyway…
Well done, sir!
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Thanks, that sounds like a nightmare, and was in no way plagiarised in my story, it relates back to a silly children’s rhyme, doesn’t everything??!!
All roads lead to Rome and all that…
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She chose it and hid herself so.you can’t even blame the contractors… but seriously, no worries, I know No plagiarism is going on…😉
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Your place of work sounds a lot like my place of work… I wonder how long they give it before starting to develop anyway?
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Dear Shrawley
I just started reading Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy and I suddenly saw Arthur Dent lying in front of the bulldozer to keep from losing his house. I guess corporations are universal. Sorry about your less than exciting meeting. Enjoyed your story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Very well-executed write. Well-crafted.
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Developers. Even the word rankles me–as if everything is in need of ‘developing’. This captures the situation so well.
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Thanks pleased to please!
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methinks she’s dead but her ghost still haunts the place.
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That’s taking the ‘developing’ to new heights. I hope the old woman returns and gives them hell.
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Oh I like the concern for her… usually the developers would have cared much less.
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